Yes, she is gone, and all through the darkened rooms there is found no trace of her, but away to the eastward the moonlight falls upon the sea, where a noble vessel rides.  With sails unfurled to the evening breeze, it speeds away—­away from the loved hearts on the shore which after that bark, and its precious freight, have sent many a throb of love.  Upon the deck of that gallant ship there stands a beautiful bride, looking across the water with straining eye, and smiling through her tears on him who wipes those tears away, and whispers in her ear, “I will be more to you, my wife, than they have ever been.”

So, with the love-light shining on her heart, and the moonlight shining on the wave, we bid adieu to one who bears no more the name of Maggie Miller.